'Bout to ball on these niggas like a free throw Man, you won't get it how I get it Niggas flashing cars on the lease though Man they won't like it how I said it Bitch you better know to credit me Every damn song that I'm on is a eulogy, every piece This ain't nothing new to me Since the 10th grade I've been killing tracks fluently, that's my piece Let me tame the beast Find me every single summer spring, autumn and winter with a new release I had to break the leash I was born to teach With my ten toes down, I was born to lead Product 97, raps 9/11 And the bread is never small when I break with brethren I never live in fear nor will I regret it Yeah Everything I want, make sure imma get it